There were rapid gunshots on the mountain ridge.
Sporadic gunshots were heard from both sides of the valley.
The security posts scouting the two wings also ran into little Japanese.
Jin Shanchuan, who was panting rapidly, was frightened. The fatigue caused by the continuous march made his legs tremble uncontrollably.
He was once a powerful figure and was so passionate that he would sacrifice his life and brains for the sake of the party and the country.
With no foundation, he worked hard to climb up at all costs. Slowly, after reaching a high position, he discovered that the upper-level people were intrigues for their own interests.
By that time, there was too much blood on his hands.
Not only are there eight ways...
There are also local tycoons who were killed for making money...
There are even people who secretly kill their colleagues who compete with them...
Eighth Route Army was driven away without a trace.
But if you stay there any longer, sooner or later you will be assassinated by the enemy you offended before.
After getting money, he began to cherish his life. He spent a lot of money to save his life, and he successfully joined the army through many connections.
It's a pity that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the army is still monolithic. No one cares about me, an outsider, except to save his life.
Slowly, my heart began to feel unwilling again.
Either continue to remain silent and be a rich man's weakling, or work hard to get ahead!
He chose the latter, using his special status as military commander and supervisor to desperately find a sense of existence.
He knew very well that if he couldn't suppress these big soldiers, he might be shot in the dark or even buried alive in a sack in the middle of the night!
Going to the battlefield was originally a matter for the top soldiers. He never dreamed that as a "supervisor", he would also go to the battlefield!
My mood is as gray as the dark clouds that have been following me in the sky.
With the help of two hands, I followed the guards on my tired legs as they retreated north...
Just halfway up the mountain, gunshots were heard again from the top of the mountain ridge...
The deputy chief of staff was hiding behind a rock and looking at his watch.
He quickly moved over and leaned against the stone to catch his breath.
The deputy staff officer's face became serious: "The time is almost up, turn on the phone immediately...keep in touch..."
It's a life-and-death moment now, and there's no use saving battery...
The radio station indicator light began to flash, and a string of radio waves quickly spread deep in the mountains.
"Report, call back at 106..."
"read..."
"Our troops are surrounded on all sides in Baiyun Temple. We are fighting hard against an enemy six times our size. We cannot spare our troops for the time being. Don't move closer to our troops..."
"What did you say?" The deputy chief of staff was stunned.
Zhang Weimin, who was standing next to him, observed carefully with a telescope and kept issuing orders.
After a long while, he took off the helmet on his head and turned the telescope back to the top of the mountain ridge behind him.
He knew in his heart that the vanguard squad in the southern mountain ridge... were all loyal to the party and the country!
The deputy chief of staff's voice came into my ears: "Battle Commander Zhang, I order you to take back the mountain no matter what!"
"Yes!" Zhang Weimin agreed, and immediately ordered the ordering soldier next to him: "The first platoon moves to the left, the second platoon expands to the right, and the third platoon serves as a reserve team. Take the hilltop at all costs..."
After giving the order, Zhang Weimin felt bitter: What will happen after taking the mountain?
Stick to it?
Or a breakout?
I originally thought that there were eight routes to block the Japanese pursuers in the north, but I had no objection to Jinshanchuan's move to demolish the bridge across the river and turn his back on the enemy.
I helped the Eighth Route Army once, and the Eighth Route Army saved the staff once, so it was even.
And now, do you still have the nerve to ask someone to save you again?
Tubalu has always held grudges, how could they be so easy to talk to?
Now I can't go back to my station in the south. The world is so big and there seems to be no place for people like me to stay!
Unless... withdraw to the south of the Yellow River!
However, even if you withdraw without receiving a war zone order, commanders at all levels will have to go to military court!
And the brothers under my command will no doubt be incorporated into the death squads as cannon fodder...
Once upon a time, death squads were also synonymous with bravery.
Not many people know that when faced with positional warfare, the Japanese army used precise shooting, and the death squads were almost certain to die!
He had heard of a unit that was very capable of "fighting". In a certain battle, eight groups of death squads were all killed. The process was so brutal that just by looking at the briefing, his scalp went numb. In the end, friendly forces reinforced him at the critical moment and won the victory with great difficulty. , according to post-war statistics, the only survivor who was stunned by the shells did not survive three days in the field hospital!
The telescope turned to the west, and a team of Japanese soldiers quietly appeared a mile away. The number of people could not be seen clearly.
About a mile east of the valley, another Japanese team was setting up a position with spades and pickaxes flying...
If there is still a chance to attack in an encounter, now that the Japs have established a position and charge by themselves, it is purely to die. Even if the whole company fights all the enemies, they probably won't be able to defeat the Japs...
People are like this. After losing battles for a long time, they subconsciously think that the opponent is powerful.
The Ninth Battalion, which was full of wounded soldiers, dared to attack the Japanese positions. In terms of weapons, it could not even compare with Zhang Weimin's company, which accounted for one-third of the submachine guns.
At least, the soldiers of the ninth battalion never subconsciously thought that the little devil was very powerful.
The label of a Jaap is that he has short legs, a short person, and a high overall shooting ability...
In fact, there are only a few people in the Ninth Battalion who have high shooting skills. The bullets fired by many of them are not even as good as the bullets fired by friendly forces during normal training!
Jiuying is completely like a hyena. If you can't beat it, you'll run away. If you really can't run away, you'll fight. If you're really pressed, you'll follow with a fierce force. Even if you're a lion, I'll dare to fight you hard!
He didn't even bother to do anything to those rat-like guys from the security forces and detective teams.
Therefore, the Ninth Battalion was different from many troops on the plains. It would not take the initiative to attack the artillery towers and provoke the little Japanese without orders from superiors.
After eating and drinking, he sat in his hyena's den and licked his wounds.
Ma Liang didn't think his class could compare with the secret service.
Explosions were heard from time to time from the position near the mountain ridge.
Take a look occasionally.
Crazy Yang suddenly said: "Can you leave?"
Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "I can leave, but I don't know if you can leave..."
Can you leave?
Why?
The Japanese are obviously testing, they definitely have a trick up their sleeves...
"The kid must have sent the plane over. We all know this, right?"
"Of course..."
"What's the meaning?"
The big dog next to him shook his head: "He means: I thought that if I put on the Japs uniform, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the Japs. It's just a dream... They have their own contact information..."
Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "Yang, can you please speak properly..."
"I'm used to it..." Crazy Yang shook his head and suddenly stood up.
Just as Ma Liang was about to ask again, a roar came from the east.
Liu Manhe was shouting anxiously: "Move faster...send the things down quickly, otherwise it will be too late..."
Pieces of semi-finished "coir raincoats" made of shrubs, mountain vines and thatch were sent to the ridge positions below.
"The others took cover immediately..." Liu Manhe was young and commanded calmly.
A large gray shadow on the mountain puts on the same half-finished raincoat, digs into the thatch and bushes.
Wang Yinzhi threw a bundle of thatch to Madman Yang and quickly covered it up...
Xu Xiaomei was one of the few people who had finished knitting the coir raincoat. She looked at Wang Yinzhi's back and spat: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit!"
Tang Xiaowei was covered with a strange coir raincoat made of thatch. It was obvious at a glance that this thing could not protect against wind or rain at all, but it was indeed a good thing.
To be precise, this is not called a coir raincoat at all, but a weed blanket is more appropriate.
The special agent company commander personally covered him with a raincoat and warned: "Don't move when the plane is approaching in the sky. When the plane flies away and turns around, take the opportunity to throw a few more grenades. Don't throw grenades. Do you understand?"
"Why?"
The company commander patiently explained: "Because grenade farts will smoke..."
"But I can't throw the grenade that far..."
"Throw it when it's near the enemy. If you can't throw it, forget it..."
The effective killing range of grenades is about ten meters. For ordinary soldiers, if they are qualified at thirty meters and excellent at forty meters, it is rare to be able to throw them up to sixty meters!
There are quite a few people in the secret service company who can throw bombs far and accurately. There is no problem if they throw bombs 70 or 80 meters away, but they may not know where they can throw them...
The key is, if you want to shoot far, you have to raise your body, which is a useless target for a Japanese shooter whose shooting skills are so good that he can accurately shoot one shot!
Like Tang Xiaowei, he could throw one without even raising his head. The enemy's grenade was dumb, and another enemy's machine gun was dumb. No one could do it!
This thing is a freak. Two Japanese groups of four grenades were knocked out by him in just two rounds.
One of the groups also suffered a small-scale suicide bombing...
The key point is that the Japanese grenade groups are scattered far away on both sides of the mountain road. The grenade group on the west hillside must be at least 120 meters away from Tang Xiaowei!
At first, he thought this was fucking unscientific!
There is absolutely no way anyone could throw it that far!
We once participated in the assassination of the Japs Advance Team in Qixian County together, even Luo Fugui, a ninety-nine-year-old and a three-year-old man, couldn't do it!
(Change first and then change...)
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